mmmmmmmhggggggghh

a living chinese finger trap

coming up through the cracks: pale green things 

love, love is gonna lead you by the hand into a white and soundless place. now we see things, as in a mirror, dimly. then we shall see each other face to face.

the things you do for love are gonna come back to you one by one 

be ready and be brave 

one of these days i'm gonna wriggle up on dry land

and so i think about that, and then i sort of black out 

i vanish into the dark and rise above my station

we hold on for dear life

there's no good way to end this, anyone can see

everyone’s screaming. i am dreaming of you.

when your chances fall in your lap like that, you gotta recognize them for what they really are

there'll always be a few things, maybe several things, that you're gonna find really difficult to forgive

there's gonna come a day when you feel better. you'll rise up free and easy on that day and float from branch to branch, higher than the air. just when that day is coming, who can say, who can say?

we raised a tower to broadcast all our dark dreams from dinu lipatti's bones

looking at the void and seldom blinking 

we sealed ourselves away from view